* Writer's note - Originally published 2006 in Dark Fire Fiction. I am the author and own the story rights. โ€œIt's time I told you about loss, boy.โ€ We sat, my Pa and I, beneath the old great willow that marked the end of our property and...

Athene Hibou walked through her childhood home slowly. Her hand trailed gently along the mahogany banister as she climbed the stairs. Subconsciously, she jumped over the squeaky third step from the top. The carpet upstairs was no longer the deep blue she remembered. It was...

The door slams behind Monica as she stumbles into the hallway of an apartment complex, mascara streaming down her face. โ€œAsshole,โ€ she says. The word hisses out between her clenched teeth. Fiona steps out of the apartment. Through the open door, Monica hears a snatch of conversation. โ€œWhatโ€™s...

I should've known something was wrong. What happened that night was fucked up, no doubt, and I had a lot to deal with, a lot on my mind. But how did I not notice something so obvious, something that was staring me right in the...

I grew up in a small, quiet town called Dureyham. Everybody knew each other, and there was a beautiful forest nearby in which I lived, in a wooden cabin. I lived with my father, my mother had died during labour. I had been forever...

I hate it here. It seems redundant to say so, I realize this. Everyone hates it hereโ€ฆ well actually I donโ€™t know. Maybe except Len, but heโ€™s a freak so whatever. Shitโ€ฆ where are we? I keep forgetting. France? Weโ€™re still here? Shit, have we made...